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12 weeks

There's something liberating about sharing the news.  While it took a great deal of time to muster the courage to click submit for our Facebook announcement, once I did, it was like I could finally stop sucking it in.  I don't have to worry about if I'm showing and I can pretty much just let it all hang out.  (Cue sigh of relief)  I have to say though, it's weird when people say I'm showing.  That's not baby, that's just fat.  That was there before.  But alas...

That being said, I haven't had much in the way of morning sickness until recently and yesterday morning I woke up and got my ass kicked.  But hey, it's worth it to know there's a tiny human in there who will soon enough be felt drop-kicking me from the inside.  

How far along? 12 weeks
Total weight gain:  I'm still technically negative, but creeping my way towards a gain.
Maternity clothes?  Love maternity tops for the extra length and I am getting closer to the point of needing to use the Belly Band to get some extra room in my normal pants.  Things are getting snug.
Stretch marks?  None 
Sleep:  Worlds most vivid dreams, that's for sure.  I'm only getting up once or twice a night now which rocks.
Best moment this week: Had our first appointment with the normal people OB and had an ultrasound and got to hear baby's heartbeat for the first time!  Previously, we had only seen it.  Pretty exciting.  We also made the pregnancy "Facebook official" which was scary.  Puttin' it all out there for the Facebook world.  Yikes.
Miss anything?  Not really... I don't miss beer AT ALL.  I sincerely hope I get my taste for it back after baby.
Food cravings: Nothing crazy yet; I'm hopeful that I'll be that nut job who wants pickles and ice cream -- together.  I tend to want whatever I see, watching the Food Network is such a bad idea.
Anything making you queasy or sick? Strong food smells do me no favors.  
Gender: Too soon to tell, not sure when we'll find out!
Labor signs: Hahaha, so n/a
Symptoms: constantly peeing, occasional nausea... 
Belly button in or out?  In (and the idea of it popping scares the shit out of me -- I also fear my scar will burst open and my guts will fall out... rational, I know)
Wedding rings on or off: On.  And loose.
Happy or moody most of the time: Happy!  Terrified?  Can I say that?  There's a lot to do to get ready for baby and I'm hoping to someday have energy again to at least make a list of them; though I'm not sure where to start.
Looking forward to:  Our next ultrasound on Friday :)  I love seeing baby and how much he or she is growing.  Seeing those little fingers on the ultrasound?  Swoon.
Baby is the size of:  lime
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